The oddity here was my desire to let them both take me. I was a modern, successful, liberated woman. I didn’t bow down to men and I didn’t take any bullshit from anyone, either. So why did the thought of being completely dominated by both of my mates at once make me so damn hot? The idea of surrendering total control to anyone was anathema. Submitting to a spanking, something that just a few days ago I would have battled with every last breath in my body.
Now that I had tasted the oblivion of giving them control, I knew I would crave that kind of release again and again. Hell, maybe I’d always had. But until Nial and Ander, until now, there had never been a man I thought worthy, someone strong enough, someone stronger than I, to whom I would even consider surrender.
My thoughts surprised
